Better take it into the house before
you catch a cold in this breeze."

"Yes, I must run in," answered Madam Whitworth with a slight shivering
in her gown of great thinness. "They are perfectly wonderful, boy, and
I say choose the brown darling."

"Governor Bill picked the cherry from the catalogue for us day before
yesterday, but I think the amethyst has got it beat," answered my Buzz
as he started towards his own car. "Jump into your choice and lead me
on down to hear you refuse it to old Forty-Two Centimeter."

Then without further remark, I followed him down the steps and got
into that car which was the color of the heart of the cherry and I
raced that Mr. Bumble Bee through the city of Hayesville in a manner
which put to flight a large population thereof. I had not had my hands
on the wheel of a racing car for the many months since my father in
his had left the small Pierre and Nannette and me weeping on the
terrace of the Chateau de Grez when he went to the battlefield of the
Marne, and I drove with all of that accumulated fury within me. And I
could see that my Buzz enjoyed it as much as did I, though in his face
was a great fear as several very large policemen waved their hands at
us and then savagely transcribed the numbers of his car in books from
their pockets when we whirled on with refusal to stop and listen to
their remarks.

And this is what my Uncle, the General Robert, answered to me as I
told him of my unworthiness of his gift of the most beautiful cherry
car:

"That is a just return for your consideration for me in being born a
boy, and I hope you'll break the necks of about two dozen young
females in this town before the week's out. Begin on that baggage,
Susan, right away." And as he spoke, my Uncle, the General Robert,
came down the steps of the great Club of Old Hickory with the
Gouverneur Faulkner and stood beside my Cherry with me.

"He's no better man than I, General, and I've been trying it all
year," answered my Buzz with one of those delectable grinnings upon
his face.

"Indeed, my much loved Uncle Robert, it is impossible that I accept
your gift in gratitude that I am not a woman, because for the good
reason--" and my honor was about to rise up in arms and betray the
daredevil and her schemes within me when that good and most beloved
Gouverneur Faulkner interrupted me by stepping into the Cherry beside
me with a laugh.

"Thank you, General; this is just what I need in all of my